That lovely blond haired Heather the hostess at the Crown
Had taken to her bedroom and felt a little down.
That evening we called to the Crown and Heather weren’t there
And Ron her man looked sad faced and seemed the worst for wear
And one of our fellows asked him where’s Heather, Ron he said
She’s not been well this past while and she’s taken to her bed
And Ron you do seem out of sorts this evening you look sad
And is your Heather feeling low, come pray does she ail bad?
But Ron was in poor talking mood he’d little much to say
He merely shrugged his shoulders, answering she will come okay.
We missed that lovely woman with the ever smiling face
And without her the Crown Hotel seemed much a duller place
And we muttered quietly between ourselves what business have we here?
No Heather in the Crown Hotel to pour our pots of beer.
Three days went by and on the Crown we paid another call
And Heather she was back again there to surprise us all
And cheerful as she ever is though looking wan and pale
And we felt glad that she was back to pour our pots of ale.
The days go by and time can heal and mend is on the way
And Heather she is coming good improving day by day
And we feel happy in the Crown, our hostess she is there
The woman with the cheerful smile and beautiful blond hair.